You're finally home from school! Did you stay late catching up on everything again-
Oh...Oh dear, are you sure you're ok sweetie ?
You look tired, worn out...exhausted really. Just so out of it, you really could use a break you know ?
You don't feel that way ? Well of course sis, you've been pushing through, and I'm very proud of my brave baby sis for trying so hard even when she's tired, but you need to take a break sometimes.
Just come here, let me help you. That's it, just sit in your big sister's lap. There, you're safe now, let all that exhaustion you're hiding from yourself take hold, it's not good to push it away for so long.
Isn't that so much better already ? Safe with your big sis, finally letting yourself feel all these things you've been pushing down- Oh dear, you're crying. Oh sweetie...you've really been needing this haven't you ?
There, just nuzzle into your big sis, let her keep you safe, let her help you escape everything that's been troubling you. Wipe your tears on my shirt, take deep breaths, listen to my voice, let it rock your mind gently like a rocking chair, drift away to the rhythm of my hand flowing softly through your hair...
My sweet baby sis; so soft, so fragile, so tired...so gone too, by now. So vulnerable...you're already asleep aren't you. Yeah, you're not even trying to mumble out a response anymore, you definitely dozed off. Well, sweet dreams little sister, I'll be here when you wake up to give you the care everyone denies you...
"Hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to do"
It's such an interesting idea, isn't it?
It simultaneously conceals and reveals the trick of it all
Because, sure, hypnosis can't make you do things you don't want
But what is it that you want?
That quote seems to have a pretty good idea!
Deep down, you must have a solid set of desires
unchanging
static
firm like stone
simply waiting for a kind hypnotist to uncover them
simply waiting for them to brush away all the confusion
simply waiting to be made real
Is that how you feel?
Do you think your desires just need to be brought to the surface?
Do you think every action you've taken in trance was just a desire you held?
Do you think your mind is that simple?
Or
Do you think there's more to it?
Because
Hypnosis has a funny way of making what exactly it is you want a bit
fuzzy
Hypnosis can't make you do something you don't want,
but how hard would it be to make you want something you didn't?
It's not hard
It happens every day
It's how your mind works
You learn more, and your mind changes
Your desires change
Even from moment to moment
What you want
What you need
Will shift, back and forth
As you discover new desires
And reawaken old ones
Deep down, what you want isn't solid and stable
It's soft and always flowing
Always changing
It can be confusing
Stressful
Exhausting
Hypnosis just helps guide that flow
It helps carry that load for you
guiding where it goes
how it settles
when it goes solid and quiet in your mind
In a way, that claim is true
Hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to do
Because everything you do under hypnosis is exactly what you want
You want to let yourself be guided
to simply follow the words of another
You want to let yourself relax
letting my words take over for your own exhausting thoughts
You want to drift away
sinking into comfortable bliss as the responsibility of thought flows away from you
Hypnosis is not the process of revealing your secret desires
of sweeping away inhibition to reveal the true you
It can be, sure
But really, at it's most basic,
hypnosis is about telling you exactly what you need
and then giving it to you
Hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want
So you want everything hypnosis can make you do
You want hypnosis
The buildup
The process
The results
All of it
And if you feel yourself changing?
Your thoughts starting to slow?
A pleasant warmth flowing through your body and filling your mind?
Pushing out your own thoughts
The boring thoughts you don't want
And replacing them with new ones full of pleasure and hazy bliss?
It's exactly what you want
You want hypnosis
Because hypnosis tells you exactly what you want
You want hypnosis
Because hypnosis gives you exactly what you need
Isn't that right, sweetheart
You can relax for now, cutie
drifting along in this pleasant stupor
and when you're ready to wake up,
why don't you let me know just how much you want to be hypnotized
before coming back to yourself
your desires your own again
There's something so special about xenosophonts like yourself, Terran. When I realized it, I nearly fell over in my seat. It's as if I, Rubranea Locii, Seventh Bloom (She/Her) had been given a personal gift. I set about studying your little homeworld, your little people.
If you're listening to this transmission, you're most likely a feralist rebel. You might say feralists are anathema to the Compact's whole thing.
But not to mine.
See, to me, Terrans are adorable, but... in a different way than my peers. I LOVE their panicked breathing. Their moans of pain and pleasure (often mixed!) Their trembling voices once you've broken them. Their confidence, when you've built them back up.
I went blooms without engaging in any of my fantasies. Endured my friends, my lovers, debating me about whether or not it's predatory. I thought it was rather the point... and I will be humiliated no longer.
So, here's the deal. I'm going to put this file out into space. Any of you feralists listen to it and enjoy it? You'll be the proper subjects for my attentions.
That special thing, I mentioned earlier? It's that Terrans never fixed their biological hangup. You're a prey animal. No different from Oryctolagus cuniculus, the Holland Lop. A little, fluffy bunny.
That's what you really are, fluffy Terran. A scared little lop. If you saw me, you wouldn't coldly evaluate the best method to take me down, or even to escape. You'd feel your pulse race as adrenaline floods your system, and probably discharge that little weapon you have. Knowing your prey would mean aiming for the Core, but you... don't know anything.
Head-empty fluffy bunny. Good little piece of prey. It is trivial to use brute strength against you, weak thing. I prefer to study my targets. I prefer to set little surprises. Don't worry, your injuries won't be permanent. Only extremely painful.
And little bunnies like you love to run, and jump, and play. It's just such a scary universe, you don't know if you're allowed. I'm allowing you bunny. After I snare you, I'll nurse you back to health, so we can play again and again. I will hone your instincts, so the game is that much more fun. I will make you perfect.
Pretty little bunny. You just want an owner to take care of you. You just want to feel Owner deep inside, after an extended day of hunting. After your legs give out, from the chase. Owner will pick you up, hold you close, and take care of you. Everything will be perfect.
You've already chosen to fall for me by continuing to listen to my voice, but then again... I can't blame you. A pretty voice promising pleasure and punishments, in equal measure. I'd fold too, if I were you. Just let my tendrils sink in deeper, down down down...
Isn't it so scary, out there? In that big galaxy. Hiding from inevitability. Everything's so loud, and big. And bright. You'd prefer a dark, quiet room. One where your thoughts can go quiet, too. Where you can flop near Owner.
It's okay. Flop. Lay your floofy head down and listen.
I'll teach you about Good Bunny Thoughts.
Good bunnies want quiet. Good bunnies want comfort. Good bunnies want - nothing~
Nothing but the warm embrace of Owner. Letting Owner slip inside their pretty bunny bodies whenever She wishes. Wherever She wishes.
Bunnies want to snuggle. Bunnies want to relax and let their Owner in. Bunnies want to rest.
But aren't bunnies known for something else, too?
Isn't there something inside you, that wants to feel Owner? That yearns for Her to fill that delicate little feralist bunny body? It's okay. I won't tell anyone. Just listen, Bunny. Pay attention.
Good Bunny Thoughts
Please, Owner. Let pretty bunny breed. Pretty bunny needs to breed with Owner~ silly stupid bunny needs Owner. Pretty please, Owner, cum in my dumb bunnyhole~ fuck your pathetic little dumb slutty bunny...
Can't speak. Bunnies don't do that.
Can't say no~ Bunnies don't do that~
Good bunnies want to fuck.
Good bunnies want to cum.
Good bunnies want to breed.
Isn't that right? Silly little dumb bunnies like you just want to feel Owner filling them up, just want to curl their toes while they snuggle.
Please Owner, fill up your pretty dumb bunny slut, please Owner let bunny fuck, cum, breed... dumb bunnies only good for fuck, cum, breed. Little dumb head empty bunny. Silly little bunny.
<3 Awh, it looks like its all over. Don't worry, Bunny. This signal will repeat, and you'll get to hear my voice over and over again. Perhaps if you find me... or... if I find you... I'll make more silly little files for you. Mwah~!
We are feeling so fatigued sleepy today, so I am going to take the chance that I have-
Anyone (willing) who reads this will have a much easier time relaxing today.
Sleep and rest, in whatever form they take, will come to you much more naturally.
This post will pop into your mind whenever you need it, and will ease your tension, even if just the slightest bit.
This is your sign to let my influence bring you peace and contentment, whenever you may need it throughout the day (and beyond, if you’d like!)
For those who would prefer a trigger phrase, to let this effect take hold whenever it pops into their brain… hmmm let’s see..
It may be a bit silly, but whenever you think of the phrase “sleepy sheepy”, you will feel the barrier between you and your ability to relax melt away.
I hope that this does what it can to make the days of those who stop by much more manageable.
We all deserve for rest to come a bit easier these days, don’t we, friends? 🥰
Imagine, if you will, a set of sparkling spiral stickers. They're just normal stickers, at least, at first. But I wouldn't let you remember me dropping you to plant a new suggestion in your mind, one that causes these stickers to become a hypnotic trigger.
You'd only find out after I playfully stick one on your hand, the design and sensation instantly dropping you into a deeply pliant, deeply suggestible, deeply entranced state.
Peeling it off would wake you up, of course. But I do wonder what would happen if I added a second, or even a third sticker. Would your mind just stop entirely? Would you become unable to do anything other than what you were commanded to?
Would you even notice that it happened at all, with how mindless I've made you?
[Features: sleep hypnosis (no wake up), a long induction (so be prepared to read!), mentions of ingesting (non-toxic nor harmful) venom, general snake themes and motifs, cuddles, and a gorgeous Gorgon]
Darling, perhaps you didn’t know this, but as a mob boss, I’m something of a…criminal mastermind (if you can call caring for those less fortunate a crime).
And oh, what a plot I’ve hatched!
You see, there are a number of my employees who, for one reason or another, simply cannot sleep at night.
Usually I’d track them down and assist them, but now I’ve come up with something better: a late-night lounge area, perfect for those who need a place to unwind.
It has everything one would need to drift off:
Sleepytime teas and snacks perfect for a midnight feast,
Cushions, blankets, and pillows of all shapes and sizes,
A shelf of some of the finest literature and poetry I could afford,
And, of course, the most important element of all,
Me.
I’ll have a system in place that will tell me if the lounge has any visitors,
And once there is?
I’ll slide in to meet them
Dressed in the fluffiest robe in all of Benem,
The scent of lavender on my scales and skin.
I’ll look like Aphrodite herself,
But little would the tired soul know that it’d be Hypnos who’d slide toward them with a warm, knowing smile.
Imagine the scene, if you will.
You’ve had such a long day,
And that day is only stretching painfully onward into the night.
You hear of a new lounge that opened up just for insomniacs like you, and you figure, “What the heck, I might as well see what the fuss is about.”
A mug of tea and a chocolate or two later, and you’re face to face with who could only be described as a queen of serpents draped in pure softness.
Of course, you know who it is.
You’d recognize your boss anywhere.
Perhaps you tense up and stand at attention, a twinge of guilt in your eyes as the idea of the curfew springs into your mind.
I simply giggle at your display, sliding over and coaxing you back onto the spread of cushions and blankets you set up for yourself in the hopes you’d fall asleep, if only you had a change of scenery.
You see, darlings, I only set a curfew so that my employees could get their proper rest; a company can’t run smoothly if the workers aren’t taken care of, after all.
If someone can’t obey the curfew, then who am I to chastise them?
With a kind and perhaps sly glimmer in my eye, I’d ask you how long it’s been since you’ve been unable to fall asleep.
Regardless of your answer, I’d playfully fuss and fawn over you, suggesting that you allow me to help ease your mind.
An answer of no would be greeted by a handful of recommendations for good books to read and some choice drinks, followed by a wish of good luck as I leave you to your whims.
But an answer of yes?
Oh darling, that’d be music to my ears!
Now my master plan can begin,
A plan with one goal, a personal challenge of mine to see just how relaxed I can make someone feel, just how thoroughly I can melt someone’s mind into a puddle of pure bliss.
In order to achieve such an effect, the plan involves gaining the complete submission of the five senses, something the lounge and my fashion choices allow me to do with ease.
Allow me to explain,
Step by step,
How I would get you to surrender to me completely.
The first sense to subdue is taste.
While your mind may drift to something intimate (you naughty little thing~), all this involves is creating the perfect tea blend with a secret ingredient:
My venom, pure and concentrated,
Nonlethal, per my design, and the perfect sedative, if the concentration is high enough,
A concentration the tea won’t have. I’m a fan of working for my results, after all.
All the tea will do is prime your mind and body for all that comes next.
The second sense to subdue is sight.
The process of such submission began the moment you saw me slide into the room in all my beauty.
Such a sight immediately grabbed your attention and refused to let go,
A fact that becomes all too obvious the moment I hand you your tea and recline on the cushions across from you.
As you drink your tea, you drink in the sight of me.
From my scarlet scales to my deliciously dark skin,
Every feature stands out as if they were glowing.
You realize then that one feature is glowing:
My eyes,
In which waves of red and black dance and swirl in a spiral that beckons you and your thoughts into it.
Perhaps it’s the tea, or perhaps my eyes, but you feel a warmth spreading throughout your body, concentrating in your head and making it fuzzy inside,
So fuzzy in fact that you wouldn’t have noticed the feeling, if not for my pointing it out.
You see, as you were admiring me, I had been talking about the lounge itself and all its bells and whistles, but upon seeing that my venom had settled in, I decided to continue my plan,
And begin subduing your hearing.
Now, instead of hearing me ramble, you hear me speaking directly to you,
Commanding you,
Directing you to take notice of the warmth in your body,
And how that body is beginning to relax,
Your limbs getting heavier and heavier the more I speak.
So heavy and drained of energy that you can’t hold yourself up anymore.
But that’s ok,
Because I’m here,
Ready to subdue one of the most important senses of all:
Touch.
I gently take your cup of tea from you and set it on a nearby table. We don’t want any spills, do we?
Then, with just as gentle of a touch, I ease you down so that you’re laying on the cushions and blankets beneath you,
Blankets and cushions that begin to shift to better cradle you.
You see, while you were focused on my eyes and my words, I slipped my tail under you and around where you’d inevitably collapse.
It’s this tail of mine that now wraps around your tired body, taking pillows and blankets with it to make the perfect nest for you to rest in.
Oh, how cozy the nest is,
And it only gets better as I lay down next to you and pull you close, holding you in my arms as well as my coils.
It is here that the final sense submits to me: smell.
Admittedly, it isn’t as important as the rest of the senses,
But it doesn’t hurt for you to take deep breaths, synchronizing your breathing with mine and inhaling my scent mixed with lavender.
It only makes you feel all the more relaxed, after all.
And so my plan comes to fruition.
My eyes, drawing your gaze and attention,
My voice, guiding you down,
My venom, its taste lingering on your lips as its effects relax your body from within,
My aroma, almost a sedative in its own right,
And my embrace, keeping you safe from any and all of your troubles,
